"A little wolf dog is just a pretty boy."
Thinking President might not have heard such a trendy term, Ms. Perry kindly explained it.
It would've been better if she hadn't explained; once she did, the President's face darkened.
Compared to a pretty boy... he'd rather compare himself with a dog.
Seeing his displeased expression, Ms. Perry laughed awkwardly: "Heh heh, actually, it's quite fashionable to 'keep' pretty boys now, all my mahjong partners have one, and they even encouraged me to get one too, but I'm not interested in young meat."
Though these young studs are handsome and sweet-talking, they are all after money, and just thinking about it disgusts her.
Not to mention 'keeping' one; she feels it pollutes her eyes just to glance at them.
"What are you interested in then?" Tabby Teller asked through gritted teeth.
"I like mature, stable men with charm," Ms. Perry stole a glance at Tabby Teller and thought to herself, someone just like you.
